Enter a dystopic future where integration with technology may cost us our humanity.

A bleak prediction of a world where consumerism and technological advancement has been taken to the extreme.

If you were offered the chance to integrate with technology, would you? How far would you go? Replace your skeleton with a titanium alloy? Save your memories to the cloud? Surf the net whilst you sleep? Install neuro-ocular implants? Download your consciousness into a new, bio-synthetic body?

Or would you instead choose to remain ‘Natural’, and become part of an increasingly segregated and victimised minority?

In an anthology of 11 short stories, Upgrade attempts to answer the fundamental question: What does it mean to be human? - Upgrade is out now as a Paperback, eBook and Audio Book -

The world is a mirror to your soul,Your happiness will be shown on the faces of strangers,Your fear will flicker in their eyes, Your hope will express itself in the poetry you read, as too will your ills.…

The Daily Grind Anthology is a collection of short stories and poetry that aims to highlight the realities of corporate life. The long hours, tedium. politicking, bureaucracy, and of course the all encompassing pursuit of money. It aims to challenge the reader to question if trading time for wealth is really worth it.

"This day, like the last, will be the same. Arrive at the same time, wear the same clothes, do the same work. The conversations will be the same, the jokes the same, even the ‘unexpected problems’ are the same. Monotonous repetition. Day in, day out..."

It's man versus fly, in a battle to overcome the tedium of another work day.

"Sighing, Johnson sat down for what felt like the millionth time and began to fiddle with the plastic plant that was situated neatly in the corner of his desk. Another generic faux fern, identical in every way to the faux ferns that were to be found on most of the other desks on the floor..."

Poetry was one of the first outlets that I found to express myself. Crafting specific thoughts into the confines of the structure, cadence, rhyme and rhythm of a poem helped me to understand and then let go of the ruminations in my mind.

A collection of 12 word stories:"Shamefully, he continued gorging. Attempting to fill the hole in his heart""Brief respite, an escape from reality, a new habit begins to form""Poop stuck on Rover’s fur! Seriously regretting my decision to adopt him"

A collection of 12 word stories:"He waved. I smiled. Jessica also smiled. I am invisible to him""Never satisfied, he looks for approval in the mirror, lifting weights endlessly""My boyfriend broke up with me. Now I'm sad ugly and single"

"You surveyed the scene looking for him. Doubt crept back in. Had you done enough? Was he left in a similar state to you? With knife wounds you can never be certain. Despite the comfort you derived from the old knife fighting adage that, ‘The loser of a knife fight dies on the scene and the winner dies in hospital’. Past experience had taught you otherwise..."

There are things that I want to say, but just can't quite expressRuminations and meditations that I'm too afraid to address,Like the veil over my eyes that keeps me hidden from the stressTo the dark wishes that I'm fighting to suppress....

“Nothing happened, I swear it. I would never do that, I’m not a monster.”Despite how cold it was inside the holding pen, Jankov was sweating profusely. The chains around his wrists clinked as he pulled the already soiled handkerchief from his pocket...

He knew they were talking to him, but he couldn’t make sense of the words. He only heard glimpses, snippets of conversations recalling years of shared memory, of regrets and now their final goodbyes...